If she could be Muse to the PharaohThen one day she might be QueenIf like Sheba, she then could bring presents and wineThe helix he might get between themIn other words, intertwineWith the ebony and milk of her thighsIf she could be Muse and let him decidePerhaps she'll let him decide

If she could be Muse to the Pharaoh,There is nothing he wouldn't give her seeFor the future of the nation rests in her bellyAnd if the Proverbs of the thirty one and verse tenBecomes the verse she sings again and againShe might be Queen

Take a load off, sweetie darlingLet me run agenda through you're hairThere's so much information for the next generationWho's gonna drop it if you're not there?

And whether the enemy makes a run on the palaceOr whether the enemy does not,The children will be laced with the protection of the word of GodThe opposite of NATO is OTANAnd if the number thirteen is such a bad luck numberWhen there's no such thing as luckThen the berries, talons, arrows and starsAre all superstitions, what the